Joe, Cooter & Guber

JOE, COOTER, & GUBER

Joe died in a fire and his body was burned pretty badly. The morgue needed someone to identify the
body, so they sent for his two best deer hunting friends, Cooter and Guber. The three men had
always hunted and fished together and were long time members of a hunt camp.

Cooter arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet, Cooter said, 'Yup, his face is burned
up pretty bad, you better roll him over.' The mortician rolled him over and Cooter said, 'Nope, ain't Joe’.

The mortician thought this was rather strange, so he brought Guber in to confirm the identity of the
body. Guber looked at the body and said, 'Yup, he's pretty well burnt up, Roll him over.' The mortician
rolled him over and Guber said, ‘No, it ain't Joe’ ..

The mortician asked, 'How can you tell?' Guber said, 'Well, Joe had two buttholes’.
'What! He had two buttholes?' asked the mortician.

'Yup, we never seen 'em, but everybody used to say: 'there's Joe with them two buttholes’

Cooter and Guber are both now employed in the Obama administration as planning, development,
and strategy consultants for the IRS & Justice Department.

True. My oldest was called bubba growing up but it was done respectfully. At 6'4" 275lbs he might spit tobacco juice on your shoe and piss on your leg.LOL! Good guy really.he just likes to fish and hunt and go to church.